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@echolaliia
「 ✦ ᴇᴄʜᴏʟᴀʟɪɪᴀ ✦ 」
noun
echo·la·lia ˌe-kō-ˈlā-lē-ə
: ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ᵖᵃᵗʰᵒˡᵒᵍⁱᶜᵃˡ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵗⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵇʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵃˢ ⁱᶠ ᵉᶜʰᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉᵐ.
ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ & ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴵⁿᵈⁱᵉ⁻ᴹᵘˡᵗⁱ ᵐᵘˢᵉ ²¹⁺ ᵂʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵇʸ ᴺᵒᵐ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ---
‧₊˚✧ [ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴜᴄᴛ ]✧˚₊‧
‧₊˚✧[ ᴅᴏꜱꜱɪᴇʀ ]✧˚₊‧
‧₊˚✧[ ᴏᴘᴇɴꜱ ]✧˚₊‧
‧₊˚✧[ ᴍᴇᴍᴇꜱ ]✧˚₊‧
‧₊˚✧[ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ]✧˚₊‧
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mutsuki mimes zipping his mouth and locking it when hajime tells him not to talk until there's food in his mouth. oh, he's definitely going to "unzip" his mouth prior to that, but sometimes hajime can be pushed when it's rainy and sometimes he can't be. it's looking like hajime is leaning into can't be today, which, well, he knows it's because of his cooking. (unfortunately for hajime, mutsuki doesn't feel any ounce of shame, but he does feel a little bit guilty. maybe. enough that he won't speak until hajime seems to be bothered by it. or until he gets food. whichever comes first.).
"lock it, you forgot last time," commands hajime, and mutsuki rolls his eyes but offers no comment as he locks the door behind him, smiling a little fondly when hajime automatically moves to shield him from the rain. as much as mutsuki likes being rained on, it's usually a bad idea considering how weak his constitution is. (that being said, it might still be fun later. maybe when hajime is taking a nap and can't nag at mutsuki for risking his health or whatever.).
Hajime’s shoulders finally drop in relief. He’s hyper-aware of the hints of tension between his shoulder blades and the general fatigue amplified by the weather. The fact that Mutsuki listens is a small comfort. It gives him a chance to recover from the earlier startle that’s still lodged in the back of his throat. —
The redhead hardly minds the light drizzle that pelts him once they’re on their way. It’s a brisk walk to Dojima’s. Two blocks straight, and a turn left.
A corner restaurant in a traditional theme with a granny hostess and cozy atmosphere. — He’s looking forward to seeing the old cat that naps in the front windowsill. Dango.
“You go in first, get tea for the table.” Hajime motions to the entrance with a little jerk of his head and steps aside to shake the water from the umbrella.
◕⩊◕ Hell yeah brother. Starters are done, my bad for flooding replies and inbox asks shortly.
╰┈➤ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀʏ 𖹭 ֶ !
ᴏꜱᴡɪɴ ᴏᴢ ᴅᴇɴʜᴏʟᴍ ꜰᴏʀ @monstyrious
"So do you count as a monument, and more importantly... Is it illegal to climb you?" Inquiring minds want to know. — Also, he’s kind of stoked to find one guy taller than him at this function, while he fucks around on Calvin from accounting’s phone, and buys two cases of pop Mart blind boxes. Why? Because— It’s funny, and the dizzy bastard keeps making weird incel jokes at Joanne. Oz likes Joanne; she calls him things like 'Sugar' in honeyed tones and asks him banal questions about his recovery when he brings in his expense report at the end of the two-week mark. —
Oz dips a little, so broad shoulders hide him better as a familiar sunburnt pate skulks past — He’s artfully rumpled for the evening. Black on black bespoke suit, shining shoes, and long windswept hair just a touch sweat-dampened by his chaotic sneaking about. A gleeful glint in gray ( only to those human, mismatched to others on frequency ) eyes persists.
The true culprit here is three flutes of Champagne, drunk back to back. He’s been left unattended at a dreadfully boring big-wig museum event, where money flashing and braggadocio abound. Honestly? The Vatican crypts with the living dead ambling are a better time.
╰┈➤ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀʏ 𖹭 ֶ !
ᴋʏᴏ ꜱᴏʜᴍᴀ ꜰᴏʀ @circusalmas
“Did anyone see?” Kyo’s heart is in his throat, thumping wild and erratic as he splays belly flat against the sun warmed school roof. Whiskers twitch with trepidation as he pries an amber eye open and fixes it on the rat looming across. — High school is hell.
How the hell was he supposed to know girls threw themselves at people at the drop of a god damn hat?
Yuki’s clumsy clatter distraction had been admittedly…Helpful.
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╰┈➤ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀʏ 𖹭 ֶ !
ʀɪᴄᴋ ꜱᴀɴᴄʜᴇᴢ ( ᴄ-137 ) ꜰᴏʀ @kingrammer
"Don't touch that; it has space aids." Maybe the fourth or fifth iteration he’s mutated from the original strain. Whatever, bio weapons are like his attention span. Fickle. —
Rick hasn’t made much mention of the previous night. Not the drunken rambling voice mail, or his penchant for macabre little gifts. It’s all mostly a blur, unless someone has the guts to hold him accountable, and well… Morty’s at summer camp. So who then? — He flicks the magnified focus on the telescope with a frown, and scribbles chicken-scratch notes on the pad beside in lavender glitter pen. A clear sign of his granddaughter’s spillover in the garage lab.
“Are you hungry?” A break wouldn’t be the worst thing.
╰┈➤ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀʏ 𖹭 ֶ !
ᴏꜱᴡɪɴ ᴏᴢ ᴅᴇɴʜᴏʟᴍ ꜰᴏʀ @ellaetal
“Feeding on the clergy is kind of low-hanging fruit, isn’t it?” The magus clucks his tongue softly; he’s waiting on the cathedral stoop with a cigarette tucked between his lips. Hand-rolled, and mostly herbal. Sanctified smoke. — Poison for demons, offerings for the dead.
“Walk with me a little won't you? It’s a dreary day, and I love a good stroll.” Winsome. His gesture is a flourish along freshly wet cobble. Rainy season in the city is a gift at the best of times, and a humbling experience at the worst.
Oz is not here to hunt this being. He wants someone adjacent. — Even more elusive, and obnoxiously efficient in its feeding. What's he care about a few fastidiously horny priests?
╰┈➤ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀʏ 𖹭 ֶ !
ᴅᴜꜱᴛɪɴ ʀʜᴏᴅᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ @feilien
"I'm just feeling a little under the weather." Perhaps an understatement; the vlogger is pale and sporting uncharacteristic dark circles under green eyes as he rests his head against an oversized couch arm, as if reading the house cat’s mind, he amends helpfully— “Josh thinks I might’ve caught something from the convention last week. I’m supposed to keep hydrated and up my supplements.” Take out is also thankfully on the way. Chicken dumpling soup, a comfort food of the ages. "Do you wanna watch a movie?"
A mumble underneath a nest of heavy blankets. He’s warm to the touch, but it offers a measure of comfort.
Matt, of course, is peering down at him with valid skepticism.
╰┈➤ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀʏ 𖹭 ֶ !
ꜱᴀʟᴇᴍ ᴍᴏᴄᴋ ꜰᴏʀ @bleed1ngdove
“You smell like a stale bologna and granny attic.” Curt, if not edged in slight amusement, as the werewolf turns a sea-glass gaze to unwanted company lurking on the edges of her vision. — “Is there a reason we’re stalking and preying in my vicinity, or are you offering to become my new scratching post?” Bar noises abound around them. She's sitting pretty in her usual corner.
Salem isn’t one to turn away from a fight, but…There is such a thing as decorum between beasties. This one doesn’t really seem to have much sense of self-preservation.
Remember kids, see something? Do something.
Or whatever…She failed the D.A.R.E. program too. Turns out, some drugs are kinda cool when you're tearing yourself apart every month or so.
╰┈➤ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀʏ 𖹭 ֶ !
ꜱᴀᴍ ᴇᴍᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ @neverhangd
“So uh…” A vague motion; they’re basking in Santa Clara sunshine, and Sam’s attempting his best to get ahead of his melting strawberry fruit bar. — “What do you do?” Besides y’know haunt the pier like a melancholy Irish Mermaid.
Even his loser brother has the part-time trash man job till school starts up again. — Maybe he’s getting a little too comfortable. Blame her a bit for constantly feeding him. "Art? Music?" A squint, as he regards her with a critical eye. Definitely not fashion.
"Engineering?"
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╰┈➤ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀʏ 𖹭 ֶ !
ꜱᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴄᴋʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ꜰᴏʀ @deathbycassette
"Oh, uhm...Sorry!" The blonde's recoil is immediate; she's stumbled on what looks to be an intimate scene, dead center in a small alleyway, after distracted wanderings on the pier. — A startlingly pale girl with pretty brown hair, neckin’ with a red-headed boy in a too-large and ornately studded jean jacket.
“Very sorry!” Sookie’s hand comes up to shield her gaze, and offer them a measure of privacy as she stumbles back to rejoin the crowd at the alley mouth, and perhaps get both her erratic heartbeat and too-red face somewhat under control. Santa Carla’s more free-spirited than the Pastor’s wife, dizzy on Easter Sunday church wine. — Or would that just be California in general?
"Am I hallucinatin' or does it all just...Look the same?" Under her breath and with a hint of worry. It feels like she's been walking in circles trying to find her hotel for the past hour.
╰┈➤ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀʏ 𖹭 ֶ !
ꜱᴀᴍ ᴇᴍᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ @fangedb1rd
"I love the fresh new ideas you're bringing to the table, but like...What if we didn't do that and lived to see tomorrow?” Sure, there’s not much to do at the house but make prolonged eye contact with one of Grandpa’s many, many taxidermy creatures. — But Sam’s done his best to mitigate by both turning them around AND bringing out the creme de la creme of his comic collection…Along with some of his mom’s romance novels in case she wants tonal variety.
The blonde hums, leaning back and forth on the heels of his sneakers. She's puppy dog eyeing him, something brutal.
“I know restlessness is a vampiric side effect you're battling day to day and I sympathize as much as a perpetual shut in can, but I’m still technically grounded, Yoojin. The pier is waaaay too small for my mom not to catch sight of me.” Or his eclectic fashion choices.
"Can't we just play UNO and order pizza?" God he's trying to be good.
❤︎ For a small starter ( Multi's please specify in the comments below )
"aww, you know you'd cry if i died," mutsuki teases, even if it's true. mutsuki is pushing it, just a little, he knows, but sometimes it's the only way to get hajime animated at all during rainy days. (it's kind of funny how much hajime and kyō-jii-chan are similar. mutsuki doesn't remember hajime's little siblings being this lethargic, but it's possible that he isn't remembering correctly).
he hums after hajime tells him where they're going. mutsuki has probably been to every restaurant in the area and then some, considering how much his parents try to avoid cooking. he also knows kinu-nee's regular order there, which is great!
“Careful, or your big ass head won’t fit out the front door.” A neat parry as he digs through the closet for an umbrella, and comes up with Kinu-nee’s Pom pom purin yellow monstrosity only. — Goodie.
Hajime palms his own set of house keys and makes a neat line for the door, with a yawn. “No more talking until there’s food in my mouth.” — Not a threat of violence, so much as a warning. He’s exhausted, and every expression feels like he’s running on fumes. Mutsuki is dragging his ass through the trenches sans fuel. Not just unfair? Unusually cruel.
Another yawn drags from his lips, and he pops the umbrella open outside with a critical hum. Massive? Yes. But there's also a yellow dog's butthole front and center. The eldest Sohma grunts, and quickly shields the yapper beside him. "Lock it, you forgot last time."
("let me out." he had wanted to live. despite knowing that the world outside isn't completely different from the world akito had trapped him in, despite knowing that he would stumble and fall. machi too had been trapped, just as he had been. still is, in some ways, just as he is. the world isn't all light. and yet, he wanted to be out here and try anyway. wanted to see if he could mean something, that he could stop being useless and weak and so reliant on the kindness of other people. he wanted to try. still does want to try.)
he laughs too, equally self-deprecating. in this, too, they're more alike than they could have possibly imagined as children. "i am so tired of being angry." of blaming others. akito might have etched her words into his heart, but it comes to a point where if you don't try to rescue yourself, it's your fault too, right? you can't always blame other people for your problems, you can't always be angry and bitter. tears prickle at the edge of his eyes, but they don't fall, not yet. he curls up a little, knees bending towards his chest, just as he had done when he was younger and tried to make himself smaller. he mutters, "i thought i was done feeling like this."
The future is a tenuous concept that still doesn’t feel quite in his grasp. So? Kyo follows his Shishou’s advice. He lets the possibilities flow through his fingertips like crisp river water, and trusts himself to cup them when he wants a drink. —
The red-head rests a bare wrist on his knee; it still bears the little indentations of the beads. Feels odd. Weightless.
“So use it.” Bluntly.
A free hand pushes bronze tendrils back from his line of gaze, as he pieces his words together as carefully as possible. “If all you have is anger? Then use it to fuel you. Let it give you strength and drive you forward instead of freezing you in place and doubt.” No one is more intimately familiar with the concept, and a wry smile ghosts across his lips. “Who’s to say you won’t be better at it too?”
The defeated air is…Unusual. Kyo doesn’t quite know what to do in the middle ground. Not fighting, and yet also not — Well, he can’t quite offer the same comfort Tohru would freely. “It’ll get better.” He hums gently. “Right now, it’s probably still too fresh.” A raw wound, not quite bleeding but still exposed. Pink and delicate to touch. Yuki hasn’t built the scab yet, is all.
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"no, that would be me choosing for both of us!" mutsuki contradicts cheerfully as he puts his phone away. kinu-nee hasn't responded yet, but they should probably wait closer to when they're done with eating to grab her food anyway so that it wouldn't be cold, so there's some time before he really needs an answer. (and, if she never does, mutsuki knows her usual orders.).
mutsuki follows hajime to the entryway to put on his shoes -- mutsuki had already been dressed by the time hajime came racing down the stairs. (unlike his dad, mutsuki is a quick riser when he wants to be, and this morning, unluckily for hajime, he had been). "so where are we going?"
“Are you tired of living?” He can fix that, truly. —
Hazel eyes flutter to a close and he takes a few deep, deep, deeeeeeeep calming breaths and slips on his tennis shoes. Mutsuki isn’t too far behind.
Hajime blames the severe rainy season for his lack of day tolerance. Sure, things get done around the house, but half the time? He’s also sprawled on the floor, and dozing for dear life. It’s the worst kind of seesaw.
“Dojima’s.” A great place with variety. Grandpa Kazuma used to take him there a lot as a kid. — He’s a fan of the continental breakfast. “They have a big menu. I’m sure you’ll settle on something.” He's not too concerned. This is more to settle HIS nerves anyway.
🦇 @echolaliia continued from
His pride suffers more deeply than any of the wounds inflicted upon his body as Trevor peels him off the ground like a damp rag or some unsightly piece of refuse. Yet Alucard accepts the unspoken truce without dwelling on the indignity of it all as he's hauled upright by a powerful grip.
Mud cakes the hem of his coat in sodden clumps, and something unpleasantly organic has matted itself into the ends of his golden tendrils. Despite it all, his expression remains serenely impassive, save for the slight narrowing of golden eyes as they survey the twitching carcass nearby.
"How generous." The sarcasm is thick, brushing a smear of blackened ichor from the sleeve of his coat.
"However, I suspect a copper tub will not be sufficient. I shall probably require boiling water and perhaps an exorcism for whatever has found its way into my hair."
The specter of something perilously close to amusement haunts the edges of his mouth. Surely, only two formidable idiots could joke while splattered in entrails and viscera.
"And please, refrain from bleeding in the tub."
“I doubled the price when I saw the carnage.” Trevor hardly bats an eyelash at the wry tone; it’s customary. A steady rhythm of travel, contemplation, bickering and — And. He doesn’t think about that either, honestly.
The corners of his mouth twitch as he hums his agreement. It certainly smells foul. “You gonna spring for the priest?” A pause. “Or is it a gentle borrowing?” He teases the last. The blonde’s own words after they’d found themselves in a fruitless situation two weeks ago, and stolen a few kits of material from sleeping folk. Borrowing. Pretty and distinguished behavior for the son of a warlord.
Calloused fingertips pluck viscera clinging to the back of his collar, flick it to the ground carelessly, as he turns blue eyes on gold.
Ah yes. That. Good reminder.
“You need to feed.” Bluntly. Certainly there is such a thing as consuming bread, wine, and meat, but Alucard is also…Exceptional, in his varied nutritional needs. Procrastination has almost cost them.
Besides, human blood is important for a growing abomination defying the laws of heaven.
"Glad that's settled then." A flash of amusement, before he's turning on booted heel and making a beeline for the corpse with a swift unsheathing of his knife. Claws, tongue and fangs might fetch a pretty penny with local witches & vendors.
